Harrison narrowed his eyes at him. “If the world had any idea the type of investments your clients made in war machinery, narcotics, and—“

“Must we be so judgmental? We all have a past,” he said.

Harrison knew exactly what he meant by that.

Morgan motioned for the redhead to leave, watching her curvaceous behind as she did so.

“As I was saying, my client had a few items… taken from them recently and well, I got to thinking, who on God’s green earth would I call who could find a pimple on an elephant’s back? And I thought, Harrison. Harrison Quaid.”

“Lucky me,” said Harrison. “Aren’t there any other bounty hunters out there you could go to?”

“Perhaps, but no one’s as good as you. You’re the best in the world. You’ve kept off the grid for over ten years and ten steps ahead of my best hit men. If you weren’t qualified, I don’t know who would be,” Morgan said.

His voice contained a mixture of annoyance and begrudging admiration. It would pain him to have to rescind the bounty on Harrison’s head.

Harrison frowned again. “Laying it on a little thick, don’t you think?”

“Take a look at this. I think you might find it … fascinating,” said Morgan, handing him a manila envelope.

Harrison slid his finger through the opening, pulling out the contents and eyeing Morgan with suspicion.

His eyes cast down at the file as he muttered, “What could be so important that you came down this many miles away to hunt me down just to…”

The young man’s face froze and turned pale, just as Morgan thought he would.

Gazing at the paper for a few long moments, Harrison looked up at Morgan in complete disbelief.